What I ate last night at the Kentucky State Fair

Last night, my dad and I went to the Kentucky State Fair.

I ate a lot.

As many of you know, I packed on about 40 pounds over the course of 2008 and 2009. How could I have let that happen? I don’t know. How does anything happen?

Anyway, I’ve burned it all off this year thanks to the outrageously painful insanity of … Insanity. On October 15, I will hit 35 years of age in the absolute best shape of my life. I feel better — and I feel better about myself — than I ever have.

But that still doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally like to eat like a slob.

So last night I had:

1 corn dog

1 pork BBQ sandwich

1 roasted lamb sandwich with BBQ sauce

1 grilled pork chop sandwich with BBQ sauce

1/3 of my dad’s catfish sandwich

1/2 of my dad’s funnel cake

The amount of BBQ sauce I dripped on my pants? Acceptable.

I love the fair. It’s so much fun to watch the people and eat the food. No humidity last night, either, and the breeze was entirely welcome. I actually had what’s still the best date of my life at the fair once — we had corn dogs as appetizers, ribeye sandwiches for the main course, and ice cream cones for dessert. I love a woman who loves to eat, and someday hope to marry one.

And since I didn’t have room for an Italian sausage with all the fixings last night, I think I have to go to the fair again.

One comment

  1. Harmony says:

    How is it possible that you are going to be……35…….years old in a few days????? Where does all the time go? Well, you look great John, so you definitely did the right thing taking the bull by the horns and getting back into shape.

    State fairs are SO much fun and such a big part of my childhood. I grew up in a small town and my parents owned the only music store so we always had a big booth at the fair. My dad would haul out several instruments, including a couple of pianos and organs. My mom would play the piano and organ for demonstrations; to draw the people in. My sister and I would hand out brochures and leaflets and smile for the people. We were cute.

    Later, the parents would give us money and we would hit the food booths and rides. It’s the first place I ever tasted TIMBLES, fried little batter cookies shaped like a wagon wheel and sprinkled with powered sugar. They are so addictive and I still make them every Christmas.

    Glad you had a great time at the4 fair this year. How is your dad doing? Please tell him (and your mom) Grady and I said hello.

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